Thud. Thud. Liu Jing’s and Senior Martial Brother Wang’s corpses were casually tossed to the ground by the ambusher. The corner of Han Li’s eye twitched when he saw this.

“Since you’ve come, don’t think about leaving. I am still lacking Foundation Establishment blood sacrifices!” The ambusher smiled sinisterly, causing his white teeth to twinkle underneath the moonlight.

The ambusher was none other than the Emperor of Yue, who had appeared to be scared stiff just a moment ago. But now, he was no longer that sorry figure that lost himself to fear but a late Foundation Establishment cultivator with magic power fluctuations no weaker than those of the blue-robed man, the Black Fiend School Master.

Han Li’s expression grew ice-cold in response to the sudden appearance of an opponent with such deep cultivation.

Han Li didn’t know what technique the Emperor had used a moment ago, but he was able to completely conceal his cultivation from all of the Yellow Maple Valley cultivators. This reminded Han Li of his prior inability to detect magic power from the young prince and Steward...